Lord of the Witches

The darkest night is full of mystery.

The "black mud" covering the world did not participate in the war. They were well aware of their slave status and were proud of it.

Their chants and murmurs formed a disgusting background sound, and in the absolute darkness, noisy movements gradually arose.

Numerous divine entities, hundreds of millions of high-level races, those mysterious wandering beasts... they either walk alone or in groups.

They launched a desperate charge. Most souls were determined, but many were confused.

Why not escape?

And why don't you just huddle up in the box and wait for your masters to pass by?

Afraid of your box being stepped on? Can't accept being owned? Can't stand being humiliated?

Or, all of these.

"I was yelled at as a 'thief' before I died, but the world suffered an apocalyptic disaster first?"

"Of course, this is far from the level of the Day of Nirvana, but for some gods and sentient beings, it is not much different."

Tang Qi suddenly became very calm at this moment, as if he did not foresee the tragic future.

But in fact, He saw it.

The charging ants showed extraordinary courage and unyielding will.

But in the face of "master power", these are still meaningless.

The "Rot" who screamed everywhere that he was his father was mercilessly trampled into the black mud. The ancestor god in the abyss was pulled out. The dominant divine authority he possessed burst out but could not prevent his body from being torn in half. Like a failed firework, it flickered twice with difficulty in the darkness.

The brilliance before the final dimming reflects the ending of two powerful women.

The "original" and the "mother goddess" who have been fighting for a long time stand together in the face of humiliation. They may be able to endure the humiliation that falls on them.

But they cannot accept that the hundreds of millions of children they have given birth to are deprived of their right to belong at this moment.

It is even more unacceptable that all children are forced to suffocate in the darkest universe.

Mothers can always burst out with incredible power. They silently turned into two torrents representing clarity and turbidity, and converged in the darkness, crushing the howling black mud of origin, and washing away a cold and ruthless giant. land.

Two mothers tried to deprive "him" of life. They were the source of life and should have such authority.

But unfortunately, the giant is not their child.

The giant with the eyes that see through all things just stood up slowly without saying a word. His silence was like an eternal iceberg. He raised the arm that shook the world, as if patting away the "water stains" that had accidentally splashed on his body. Shooting the two mothers down into the depths of black mud.

This is far from the end. There are too many gods who exploded out of humiliation.

The Origin Gods are not only arrogant, they also have "master"-like power.

It's just too abrupt, and the ants can't accept that they suddenly become the property of a certain group.

The charge and battle are far from over:

The numerous spirits who were in charge of the divinity of "war" finally moved their swords away from each other, and turned to slash at the giants who were trampling the boundless space.

The gods of knowledge rushed out from the "library" and constructed a maze of wisdom in front of the giants' path.

The masters in charge of "terror" and the masters in charge of "doomsday" joined hands to create a disaster-ridden wasteland behind the maze. The rough desert and storms swept across, trying to bury at least one giant.

The Mother Goddess of Nature and Earth allowed their divine power to surge, suppressing the noisy black mud at the cost of destroying order.

Many mechanical gods ignited sparks, gears began to rotate, and clockwork and metal began to roar.

The gods of death appeared silently, the cold sickles were superimposed on the dark and blue storm, and the place where the souls of all things returned was no longer peaceful.

…

Tang Qi could continue to read, but no good ending appeared in his eyes.

The results of those charges were cruel and frustrating.

Although as the number of spirits participating in the war increased, some "weak" results began to show.

The storm raised by the gods of death stopped a giant, and the gods of knowledge trapped a giant in the depths of the maze... No more, no more good news.

Even worse scenes were shown without hesitation. Raphael, who had already won the "War of Truth" to some extent, was attacked by two giants.

The Flower of Truth bloomed despite the turbulent black mud, but it could not stop the malicious dissection of the two giants.

The petals withered and the thorns rotted. Raphael never surrendered or fell, but his body that stood proudly was riddled with holes.

Everything seems to be of no avail.

The forty-one origin gods did not give the boundless and mysterious sentient beings any time to react or prepare.

Their arrogance is unbelievable, so cold and mean.

They roughly opened the "lid" and roughly showed the power of their group to the gods.

They may, as they did during the Dark Ages, activate their power again and forcibly tamper with the timeline when major events subside.

No, not maybe, they will definitely do that.

Tang Qi recalled that the supreme gods he had come into contact with, whether it was the Deer God or the Starfish, all had a very low opinion of the Origin Gods, calling them "rude giants".

Obviously, this is very apt.

Those very weak achievements did not last long and became irrelevant as the forty-one giants moved forward.

The black muds were noisy and proud again, they were like clowns serving the king.

Tearing out his own throat, he let out a disgusting, piercing howl.

It's just that at this moment, they have reason to be proud. The boundless mystery has been crushed too thoroughly.

In this infinitely expanding world, there are "miracles" all the time. Heroes turn into stars and shine, and the glory of the gods shines. Neither chaos nor order affects the greatness of this world... But at this moment, this greatness is rudely trampled on. Into the dust.

The gods and creatures are unwilling to give in, but unfortunately, power is power.

The supreme power cannot be resisted.

What was even more unacceptable to the gods was the "humiliation" ignored by the giants. From the beginning to the end, these gods with eyes of origin were all looking at Tang Qi.

The boundless mystery, the increasingly bleak dreamland.

Since Tang Qi was promoted to the "Dream Master", the country has been a shining beacon of crazy growth.

When the black mud poured down, the lighthouse could not last long before going out.

Not all spirits took action against the giant, so Tang Qi remained silent.

The night was darkest, but He could still see.

He gazed upon the "Ship of Fools" and upon the boundless mystery.

He is waiting, He is thinking.

When the first giant steps on waves of black mud and approaches the Dreamland area, wait for the relief.

The unexpected "guest" arrived regardless of the howl, and the long-lost glory bloomed again.

A "giant tree of light" that transcended the universe, dimensions, and any concept arrived without warning. Those branches containing infinite time and space spread like billions of paths, completely tearing the area apart.

A figure appeared on each of the six thick branches split from the main trunk of the giant tree.

Unable to be seen directly, only shadows and outlines.

The darkest night is torn apart for the first time, and the light of knowledge shines on all living things.

A voice whose gender, age, or race could not be distinguished sounded. It was ancient and calm, and instantly soothed all living beings who were angry at the humiliation.

"Knowledge is eternal."

Because of this proverb-like sentence, the arrogant and cold supreme aura of the forty-one giants finally fluctuated, and they stopped at the same time.

He looked at the giant tree and the six figures with malicious eyes.

Before speaking, the powers of both sides had begun to tear each other apart.

The Origin God Clan, which crushed all the gods and spirits into dust, failed to tear the giant tree of light apart immediately.

The "eye of origin" that sees all things is gradually lost in endless knowledge.

"The Library, the Founding Council."

"You are not hiding deep in the time community, but you are actually trying to interfere with us to retrieve the eyes of our tribe?"

"Do you think we can't do anything to you, the borers who are born of knowledge and hide under the shadow of the tree of knowledge?"

"We're not crazy, but when we're angry, tree-cutting is a great outlet."

The giant, the giant at the head, uttered such a long sentence for the first time.

His expression was not obscure, the meaning of each word was very clear and extremely terrifying.

The most terrifying thing is the word "cutting down trees". No one would think that it is just a literal meaning.

That tree is the tree of knowledge.

The tree of knowledge that supports the boundless mystery, the second boundless and even more worlds.

These two simple words may represent the demise of billions of worlds and the annihilation of infinite knowledge.

A response quickly sounded in the torn void, coming from the ancient observer that Tang Qi was familiar with.

His conceptual body is actually larger than the origin of the gods.

Only in terms of power, the two are different.

"Hello, rude giants."

"We are not borers on the tree of knowledge, well, more like friendly parasites."

"You're angry, and coincidentally, we're pretty good at quelling that anger."

"We do not intend to interfere in your battle with the last sage. We are just passing through this timeline and returning the things that the sage left with us."

"The last second, that thing was returned to Him."

…

Time goes back to the previous second, when the giant tree of light is torn apart into darkness.

Ripples rippled inside the tower in the dreamland.

The King of Yugg Worm climbed back to the tower with difficulty. Before he could scold the despicable Dream Lord, he immediately saw a goddess wearing a classical dress and long golden hair arriving, representing wisdom and knowledge.

This goddess held a "human head" in her arms, a head that was no different from Tang Qi's.

In the surprised eyes of Worm, Stana and Sally, the newly arrived goddess rushed over holding Tang Qi's head, hugging the latter with her soft body, and offered her lips, with excitement and joy in her voice.

“Finally caught up, catching up on time really doesn’t suit me.”

"While I'm providing assistance, it's not too much to ask for a small reward."

The second sentence was spoken by the girlish Rose Madeleine to Sally and Stana.

While speaking, she playfully raised the second Tang Qi's head and made gestures on Tang Qi's body, obviously thinking about where it should be placed.

ps: The ending of the first version was not very good, so I gave up. Xiaotuotang wrote the second version very quickly. Please give it up.